definition … anger than can barely be contained. My shock and flashback to The Blair Witch Project became seething rage, until I exploded with expletives that would make a rap star blush. If that's possible.
We know, have known, have friends with family members, that are addicts. Were any of them hooked because of a doctor, a pharmacy, or medical issues? Not a freaking one. I'm sure there are, but I do not believe that for the majority of young people. Regardless. Remember my nephew's girlfriend who stole my sister's wallet of several hundred dollars? She knew my sister has a hard time financially and we need to help her. Didn't matter.
Carole went to dinner with friends Friday night, came home, changed clothes, and emptied the little Valentine gifts from her purse. Following her routine, her keys and wallet went into their designated pockets and the purse was hung in its usual location. Saturday, Carole was in a panic thinking she left her purse at the restaurant, they said it was not turned in. But how could she drive home, unlock the door, empty the candy and change, if her purse never made it home? Impossible. She has been tearing the house apart for five days, notified credit companies, bank, applied for replacement SS card, pacemaker ID, and AV node ablation cards, driver's license, registration, car insurance, new car key fob and house key. What happened to her new purse?
Back up to a short period of time after she arrived home Friday evening.
Being hard of hearing, her TV is quite loud and sometimes, even with the noise, she will nod off for a minute or two. Chris called to ask her if she wanted dinner from the club, he was coming home from the bocce court. She unlocked the sliding patio door on the back porch for him. He soon called again to tell her to lock the door because the neighbor texted him that a car was parked in her drive at the bottom of the hill. So she did. Vince (the neighbor) texted again to say that he went over to them in the darkness (with his gun) and approached the vehicle. They had car problems and Vince being the good guy, helped them out and they went on their way.
Today we installed a new kitchen faucet for her and as we drove down the steep drive and pulled away, Mark slammed on the brakes. He looked at me in a strange way and said "I found her purse" as he pulled off the road and jumped out of the car. What? I got out and we stood in the middle of the road staring up into the trees, feeling like we were in a horror movie. Can't explain the emotion, fear, shock, and uneasiness I felt. There, hanging twenty feet in the air, was her purse. Perfectly positioned with its long strap, hanging across from her house in the trees, the eeriest sight you can imagine. Stunned, we drove back up the drive to tell her that those men came into her house while she was there, and stole her purse. Mark needed a long pole and ladder to dislodge it. The wallet was emptied of the hundreds I gave her for the tooth extraction, all else intact. Cash. Cash. No credit cards, no keys to steal the car, no bank cards, they only wanted cash. Drugs. Again. I am sick and tired of making excuses, feeling sorry for, giving benefit of doubt, for people that steal from family, friends, strangers, elderly.
They were not having car trouble. They walked up the drive in the dark, on to her porch, found the door unlocked and entered. Her purse was at that door and they would have been hidden behind the wall from where she was sitting IN THE NEXT ROOM. As they left, they tossed the purse, how it got that high up I do not know. It was visible from her window once Mark pointed it out, hanging so high among the limbs, it gave her shivers as if she saw a ghost. I can't explain the ghastly unnerving feeling of seeing it there.
I've had it. I will not trust a car broken down, I will no longer trust a person at my door, I will call police for anything I see.
And my pistols are now loaded you sons of bitches.
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